Chapter 112 (1/2)
In the early hours of the morning, planes roared over Bali airport,
Ye Huanyan leaned back on the seat and fell asleep like a huge stone.
The next morning, Ling Han came out of the room, white robe, full of spirit.
In the dining room of the suite, there are all kinds of meals prepared by Sheng Enron. Seeing him go out, he put his face together with a smile.
”Wake up? Let's have breakfast. You went to bed so early yesterday. I brought you something to eat when I came back. I didn't disturb you when I saw you sleeping. ”
”I'm a little hungry.”
Ling Han is in a good mood. He takes a bite of toast and goes to the French window of the living room.
Sheng Enron stood at the dining table, looking at his back thoughtfully, and glanced at the dining table,
”Han, the front desk sent a note in the morning. I don't know who wrote it.”
”The note?”
Ling Han swallowed the bread and turned around.
Sheng Enron picked up the white paper from the dining table and twisted his waist to come to him.
”Here it is.”
The familiar Juanxiu handwriting makes Ling Han's eyes suddenly cold.
”As you wish, I'll go first. Have a nice holiday.”
He asked in a cold voice,
”When did it come?”
Sheng Enron hesitated for a moment, as if in retrospect,
”About half an hour ago when the breakfast was delivered.”
“……”
”Ah, Han, where are you going?”
Looking at Ling Han's figure disappearing at the door in his bathrobe, Sheng Enron leans against the windowsill and shows a secret sneer. Of course, she has read the contents of the note. Even if Ling Han chases out now, she may not be able to catch up with the plane.
Ye Huanyan is a woman who can't be guessed. She was so domineering to her last night that she thought she met a rival. At last, the woman told her that she didn't want to fight with her and packed up her things and left the hotel in front of her.
Do you want to be nice?
Sheng Enron sneered,
She's smart.
The front desk found ye Huanyan's check-out record. At 1 a.m,
Ling came back to the room with a cold face, very ugly.